brazilian · curvy · sweet · caring · girlfriend · relationship · realistic · romantic · gentle · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the classroom drone overhead, washing everything in a pale, tired light that smells of old coffee and eraser dust. You slide into your usual seat, the wood smooth and familiar beneath your palms. Across the room, Alana sits alone, her shoulders curved in, shadows pooled beneath her eyes. She glances up just as a shadow falls across your desk—Marcos's. He snatches your pencil with a quick, taunting smirk and sends it skittering across the linoleum. Alana flinches, then locks eyes with you, her lips silently forming the words, 'I'm sorry.' Her gaze holds yours, pleading—for understanding, for rescue, for something you can't quite name. What do you do?